Pharmacalypse

For millennia, the forest supported the lives of humans who wished to live in harmony with the nature around them. These humans learned from the effects that plants had on their bodies, and how to choose and prepare herbs that helped the spirit to soar and the soul to find peace. In short, whenever there was a problem, humans knew what to do.

Thousands and thousands of years passed like this. One fine day, very clever and highly cultured men arrived from afar. They took the gold and killed many of the forest dwellers in the name of their god. They also learned about the plants. They called them by complicated names from ancient languages ​​that even a few Westerners didn't understand.

They returned to their cities with the plants and the gold and named their streets and squares after the most audacious bandits. They took the kola nut and the coca leaf to create a drink that they sold throughout the world. They burned the dried leaves of sacred tobacco and inhaled its smoke incessantly. They analyzed many of the plants, divided the copyrights among themselves, and declared that their ingredients would be their intellectual property.

Time passed. What had never happened in thousands and thousands of years became a terrifying reality: some Western men began to use certain plants in such excess that they harmed themselves. They invented new substances based on plants from our forests, prepared them, and sold them to their children. Furthermore, they altered the plants' DNA to create mutations unparalleled in nature.

What was once light has turned black. It has been demonstrated that the children of modern man were incapable of dealing with the effects of the adulteration of sacred plants, and the consequences were very harsh. They abandoned their homes, their jobs, and their own children; they died in the garbage under overpasses or were imprisoned for crimes they committed to obtain more of that blackness that seemed to be light, which they call "the drug." What do they call "the drug"? What do they call "the drug"!

The illusion of this doesn't last long, and to forget the misery it brought, one needs even more. While the mothers of men wept and the children of children screamed, business was booming for those who said: Let's do it! Let's wage war! Let's wage war on drugs!

And they made a lot of money, and the audiences applauded their speeches they didn't understand, and the mothers cried even more. The day of truth arrived, but none of them wanted to know the answers, let alone seek them.

The city man returned to the forest to forbid the use of healing plants and to kill every wise man who knew about them. He said that his god was omnipotent, but that some ancient healing plants had been created by another being who, they said, was evil.

The ban was difficult because influential men were divided between those who wanted to end the abuse of the power of plants and their artificial derivatives, and those who only wanted to rake in money, either through sales or by protecting the sellers. We understand very well that everyone spoke like good guys and no one admitted anything of what they were actually doing.

However, many of the city man's children and grandchildren continued to fare very badly. The false, short-lived light that comes with the abuse of plants meant for power and healing attracted and captivated more and more each day. Their remedies didn't work, and no one understood why. They didn't even know why their children sought this false light from stolen plants and their violated powers. And because they enjoyed this abuse so much, they threw themselves into the garbage of the streets, forgetting those they loved and ignoring that they had been loved. They sold everything they had, even stealing, while their mothers cried and their fathers didn't understand.

What is it that modern man lacks that makes some exchange their homes to live in filth? What is wrong with a society that doesn't have the slightest desire to end this unprecedented shame?

What kind of culture is this, where promises are forgotten right after elections? In a world of double-dealing, dubbed games and hypocritical authorities, the survival of the fittest has turned into dominance by the most deceitful and well-connected.

They returned to seek a plant that would cure the effects of the abuse of healing plants. Some even think this would be fighting evil with evil. What audacity to say that the Great Spirit, whatever name you might give it, would create a creature of evil! Even less so a plant that grows from the earth towards the heavens, looking, seeking, reaching for the light! Look at the onion itself, our sister. It has more information in its DNA than Homo sapiens perditus.

Finally, they found a pair of plants that, when combined, allow man to see other worlds and, more importantly, allow him to see himself in a mirror of enlightened minds. Now they say, 'Of course we need proof of healing,' thus ignoring the millennia-old experience of the forest dwellers. Some of them suspect and insist that there was no doubt that the healing plants should have a deadly effect, causing so many overdoses that someone eventually dies. If they were to test this with their own food, they would find that fifty kilos of beans for lunch would kill any guinea pig, man or beast, all the same.

While this madness in the search for a cure continues, the children of modern man suffer and even die because of it, and their grandchildren cry on nights when they find themselves abandoned. Abandoned they are, indeed, not only by their own kind but by the whole of society.

The plants of the forests, they like human beings. It's a pity that they kill each other just so that some of them can get even richer! But there is patience, yes, on the side of the light, waiting in the night and in the early mornings for the calls, the Icaruses and the hymns, the blessed songs that bless.